Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Turns out that Ms. Clara wasn’t kidding when she said that the shelter was ‘quite a walk’.

No street signs I looked over referenced ‘Monroe Ave.’, so I had to just keep walking in hopes that I’d find that one fateful sign. I wasn’t the best when it came to geography, especially the geography of fictional cities I vaguely remembered reading fanfiction about, so it was very relieving when I stumbled across a bus stop fifteen minutes after I began my aimless trek. The little sitting area was pretty dirty and had dried puke on the plastic, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and I was, unfortunately, quite the fucking beggar.

I had to share the bus stop with another streetrat - some quiet Asian chick in a baggy, electric blue letterman jacket and cargo pants - but she had earbuds in and didn’t seem like she wanted to converse, so I left her be. I had other shit to deal with, anyway; like the myriad of thoughts roiling through my brain and threatening to send me straight into a migraine. Stress tended to do that to me.

‘Alright,’ I sighed mentally, leaning back on the bench and closing my eyes. The girl beside me was focused entirely on the cracked screen of her phone, so I felt pretty safe in letting my attention wane for a bit. ‘We’re doing this. All bullshit aside, this is not some shitty prank or dream. I’m in Brockton Bay, USA, and I’m about to hit up a homeless shelter.’ Unbidden, a snort bubbled out of my chest. The hysterics were over, though, replaced by stoic - if frustrated - acceptance.

Eyes still closed, I began tapping my index finger lightly on the cool metal at the back of the bench. ‘I haven’t had to deal with shit like this before, but I can adapt. What do I know about the Celestial Grimoire…?’ Unfortunately, not a lot. The writing prompt had popped up a few times over my years of reading self-indulgent fanfiction online, but I’d never gotten hooked in by the premise. It was a slow ramp-up, if I remembered correctly - over time, you began to amass points, or ‘charges’, that would attempt to claim a magic-based power from the Celestial Grimoire.

How often that happened was anyone’s guess, though. It seemed completely random. The first time was when I was panicking and in denial about being sent to Worm, and the second was when I was attempting to-

“Do you mind?” A voice, low and feminine and decidedly smoky, pulled me out of my thoughts. Frayed nerves had me jerking upwards almost immediately, my eyes opening to meet the incredulous dark stare of my benchmate.

“What?”

“The tapping,” she deadpanned, a bemused edge coloring her stoic voice as she peered at me through strands of greasy black hair. “You got ADHD or something?”

As soon as she mentioned it, my finger ceased its quiet, rhythmic tapping. Gone were the days where I was ashamed or embarrassed about my little quirks, but I still had the grace to offer a slight smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Niceties and politeness, right? “Something like that. Sorry if it,” I glanced down at her phone, and the fake smile twisted into a wry smirk, “Interrupted your Subway Surfing.”

The colorful little app wasn’t the same one I remembered, but it was close enough - a platforming timewaster that didn’t require much mental power.

The girl absorbed my easygoing sarcasm with startling casualness. “I was getting close to a high score when you started drumming, so I paused it. Didn’t wanna fuck up my run.” Her voice was definitely not what you’d expect from a five foot nothing Asian teenager, almost seductive in its low timbre, but audiophilia wasn’t one of my kinks so it didn’t get more than an eyebrow raise from me.

The banter felt like familiar grounds, though. I could feel my hackles lowering. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your chances at professional mobile gaming.” I chuckled, my head tilting slightly to the right as I studied the girl. She was probably a little bit older than my current age - 18, maybe - with a cute face that was only held back by clear signs of malnutrition and sleep deprivation. If I had to guess, I’d say that she’d been living on the streets for a few months, but it wasn’t like I was the premier consultant for homeless teens.

Her face scrunched up cutely during my analysis, and she wiggled away ever so slightly. “You got a staring problem too? Jeez…”

I blinked, shaking my head. “Nah, I kinda just zoned out.” This was the first conversation I’ve had in Brockton Bay with someone relatively cool and close to my age, and I had no intentions of fucking it up. Funnily enough, that meant squashing my almost instinctive urge to slide in a flirtatious one-liner at the end of my last sentence. I doubt that’s what a paranoid and lonely girl on a street corner wanted to hear from a stranger. “Sorry, shit’s just been…crazy lately. Really crazy. My name’s Jason.”

I briefly entertained the thought of casting Force of Spirit, just for the added insurance, but I almost immediately threw the thought away. There was no way I was relying on that shit to talk to a normal teenage girl. Talk about pitiful.

Fortunately, the girl saw something honest in my expression - or lack thereof - because she slowly nodded her head in understanding. “I figured it was something like that. The name’s Cassie,” she inched closer again, her brows furrowing as she peered closer up at me. “I’m guessing you’re not used to being…”

The girl gestured outwards with pale hands.

I arched an eyebrow. “Alive?”

“No, smartass, homeless. You look like a noob - who the Hell wears pink and blue crocs during Winter, anyway?” She knife-hand pointed at my dirty crocs, which I’d put in sports mode prior to my finding the bus stop.

I felt myself grow defensive even before my mouth opened. “Yo, relax on the crocs! It’s what-” I was wearing before God decided to fuck me in the ass. “I was wearing before my dad kicked me outta the house. Haven’t found much better over the past week…” Might as well stick to the story and follow it through ‘till the end. It was better than saying I was dimensionally displaced by some random asshole in the multiverse.

“Right,” Cassie muttered with a distasteful glare towards my shoes. “Well that sucks, but take it from me - you can’t let sentimentality stop you from being practical. Being out on the streets in Brockton Bay isn’t…fun. Not that I’m saying you’re treating it lightly, but still.”

I knew what she was saying, even if she was finding it difficult to put into polite words. “I get it, don’t worry,” I sighed, giving the girl a crooked smile. “I’ll try to keep that in mind next time I see an old, defenseless hobo with size 12’s.”

That one actually got an unlady-like snort of laughter out of the severe-looking girl. When her giggles abated, she fixed me with a faux serious glare. The slight warbling on the corner of her lips betrayed her lingering amusement. “Not funny. Homeless abuse is actually a big fucking problem here.” As she spoke, the amusement almost immediately bled away into a somber seriousness that was tinged with anger.

Her phone was left forgotten on her lap, the pause screen blinking away into darkness as sleep mode activated.

It was obvious where she wanted to take the conversation, and I had to know what I was getting myself into, so I took the very obvious hook and tugged on it. “Let me guess - the gangs aren’t the biggest fans of the homeless population?” It made sense with the vision I had of the criminals. With fuckers like Lung trafficking humans and actual fucking Nazis on the loose, what was a bit of hobophobia?

Cassie shook her head, however, her eyes wide and serious as she gestured with her hands. “You’d think so, right? Yeah, some gangster assholes beat up on the homeless to feel better about themselves, but a lot of the time it’s worse. Like, kidnapping, inducting, testing experimental shit - if it’s something fucked up and easily accomplished on the hungry and downtrodden, they probably do it.” Her face, already pale from both the cold and hunger, seemed to grow even paler at her own words.

I let out a breath. “Not saying you’re lying,” I began cautiously, my finger drumming a quiet beat on the bench once again, “But how do you even know this?” I had a sinking feeling, but a voice in my head whispered that the odds were way too low. For one, Cassie seemed relatively put together for all intents and purposes. Secondly, I’d already guessed that she had only been on the streets for a few months.

That sinking feeling, however, sunk deeper when the Asian girl simply smiled emptily. I wasn’t a mind-reader, but the answer was pretty fucking cut and dry purely by that blank stretch of emptiness that took over her expression for the swiftest of moments. I got chills, and it wasn’t from the brisk January morning.

“Just trust me on it.” Her voice held an edge of warning, but I didn’t know what for.

So I just let it be.

“‘Ight.”

Cassie and I quickly brushed over that tense subject and returned to mostly inane conversation. I, feigning ignorance and home-bodiness, quizzed her about the different gangs and groups around the Bay, and she turned out to be a veritable treasure trove of information. Whether or not that information was accurate and unbiased remained to be seen, but what I did learn helped settle some of the deja-vu and lingering anxieties that had been plaguing me since I woke up here.

Brockton Bay had nazis. This, I already knew, but where the nazis roosted was a fact that I didn’t know. According to Cassie, the Empire 88 skinheads claimed Downtown as their main territory, and the PRT was no closer to kicking them out on their ass now than they were when the assholes first solidly established themselves. I basically spawned in the middle of anti-black territory, and I hadn’t even realized it. That had me inwardly freaking the fuck out and jumping at shadows, but I couldn’t exactly bring myself to panic with a baddie sitting beside me so I stifled the majority of the freak out.

It wasn’t like the other parts of the Bay were much better. You had the ABB in the Docks, the Asian gang spearheaded by a shadow clone spawning ninja and roided up American Dragon Jake Long, and a group of heroin-addicted plague bearers who flitted between the different territories like rats. The less said about Coil and his army of private mercenaries, the better. I didn't have even the faintest clue on how to deal with his particular brand of bullshit.

Sure, I already knew about the major gangs from my own readings, but it was…different, hearing an actual Brockton Bay civilian’s opinion and description of what used to just be scary names on a screen to me.

Our conversation was momentarily put on pause when the bus actually came nearly thirty minutes later, and it resumed - centered around less dangerous topics - shortly thereafter, in quiet voices, at the back of the bus.

“I’m telling you, those homeless shelters aren’t worth it Jason,” Cassie hissed quietly at me, the spunky girl gripping tightly onto the sleeve of my navy hoodie. I’d noticed a while back that she was quick to grab and jostle onto me, but common sense tempered my now teenage brain’s hormonal response and introduced the fact that she was probably just touch-starved, being homeless and everything. Most people probably avoided her, and she probably avoided most people.

I didn’t let that influence my decision, though.

“This old lady said she’d put in a nice word, get me a bed and some amenities.” I responded, equally as quiet. We’d been on the topic for a couple minutes, and it didn’t seem like her stance was going to change. “I trust her word.” Mainly because I’d used sorcery bullshit to persuade the location out of her gnarly old hands, but still.

“Last ‘religious shelter’ I stopped by had us burning bible pages in barrel fires, Jason. It’s never as easy as ‘get me a bed and some amenities’.” Her voice, already low and appealing, deepened into a husky purr as she narrowed her eyes and imitated my accent.

It was amusing, but I was trying to stay serious and persuade her to come with me, so I-

…Felt a tug in my stomach, and it was pulling on a pretty sizeable one.

“...Hey, Jason. Yoo-hoo.” Cassie’s voice trailed off concerningly as she waved a small hand in front of my face, but I was already zoning her out to focus in on the ability the Celestial Grimoire was beginning to reel in.

Heroic Aptitude (Legend of Zelda: Four Swords - 400 CP): When Link's adventure started, he was like an egg, waiting to hatch into a proper hero. It was through the tests of courage put forth by the Great Fairies that he was able to become a true hero, and through his storming of the Palace of Winds, defeating of Vaati, and rescuing of Zelda that he became the greatest of heroes.

Like him, you grow from adversity and challenge. Even if you were but a simple lad, a young boy who only barely counted as a knight, you could find yourself growing far more skilled and deadly as you conquer the challenges set before you. From simple skill with the sword to the complicated use of various items such as bombs and boomerangs, from clever use of the mind to conquer puzzles and leading a team to having what most might consider a gifted skill with a mystical weapon, you shall find yourself rapidly advancing in all these and more as you face challenges that test you to your limits.

The harder the challenge, the greater the gain, and should you find yourself on a quest such as Link's, facing tests of courage in dangerous locations against hordes of monsters to prepare you to rescue your love from a mighty and ancient demon lord...you could go from unknown zero to legendary hero in no time at all.

All you have to do is survive the path ahead.

With my newest friend still speaking to me, I didn’t have much time to come to a decision - but neither did I feel as if I needed to spend more time thinking over it. Link was a fucking badass, and a paragon of virtue and strength. If this gave me even a fraction of his potential, it was worth its absolute weight in gold - and I knew, intrinsically, that I had enough charges to grab it.

As I accepted my newest ability into my embarrassingly small pool, it felt like putting on a toasty new pair of socks - just right.

“-oblem if you just zone out like that.” Cassie was saying quietly, a concerned look on her face. A couple other passengers were looking in our direction as well, but I ignored them in favor of focusing on the girl in front of me.

“Sorry, what?” I scratched my cheek, still a bit distracted by the warm feeling of…heroism? Greatness? Settling into my soul. It was almost impossible to describe in words.

“What the fuck?” The girl leaned back, her hands letting go of my sleeve in favor of giving me a probing look. I forced myself to come down from the high feeling, recognizing her perturbation for what it was…she probably thought I was crazy. Or on some kinda drug. Despite having met each other roughly an hour ago, it wasn’t like we fully knew each other or our life stories. I’d be plenty weirded out if my vagrant traveling companion was zoning out for a full sixty seconds in the middle of conversation.

I could’ve told her a little bit, maybe. Say that I was a Cape and part of my abilities involved me zoning out for 30-120 seconds as I played with little motes of powers in my soul…but something really deep inside of me told me that that would be an incredibly stupid idea. In addition to the fact that there were more than a couple skinheads lurking on the bus, stealing glances at the clearly POC teenagers hanging near the back, something told me that other things were possibly listening in too. Like maybe the giantess angel alien bitch lurking in the stratosphere.

Speaking of being watched, though - I chanced a dry smirk, glancing in skinheads’ direction out the corner of my eye. Three bald headed men, one big and beefy and the other two closer to my height, blatantly sneering at us from across the bus. They weren’t even sitting down, doing the truly masculine thing and gripping the rails and weathering the bus’s jostling. ‘Yeah, I see you assholes.’ I just hoped that they fucked off before we got to our stop.

My mind was made up, however. I wasn’t revealing shit right now - not until I had a better explanation than soul magic.

So…diversion time.

I churned the mana pool in my core - if mana cores were even a thing - and internally activated Force of Spirit. From what I could tell, it wasn’t as much of a spell as it was an…active power? Like activating a class feature in D&D, rather than actively casting something with somatic or verbal components. Fortunately, that meant that it was silent and, hopefully, hard to detect.

The charisma boost was immediately apparent, but this time I tried to rein it down and control it, rather than let it control me. Already, I could feel my empathy working overtime, giving me subtle hints on how to handle the uncomfortable girl in front of me. She needed reassurance, that much was obvious, but giving her a little bit to work with and chew on while playing up my already mysterious bad boy vibe would help just as well.

The power wasn’t only internal and perception-based either, though. It affected the focus of my charisma as well, if only slightly - something I needed to keep an eye on intensely. Cassie was still antsy beneath my lidded stare, but I could see some of the discomfort fading into nervousness. It was enough to almost make me crack a grin.

“Relax,” I sighed quietly, leaning back in the stained and bumpy bus seat and gesturing for her to do the same. She eyed me suspiciously, but only a moment passed before she forcibly relaxed her shoulders and leaned back beside me. Her questioning gaze didn’t simmer, however.

“Cool, now firstly…” I paused, feigning a look of inner turmoil, as if I was thinking how best to formulate my words. Feigning such looks weren’t new to me - I spent most of my life masking and faking reactions that most people did naturally, and this was as much me as it was my power guiding my actions. “I’m not on drugs, Cassie. C’mon now.”

An explosive, stressful breath burst from the Asian girl’s mouth, and I tried not to hold the unfortunate scent against her. “I mean, can you blame me? Meet enough…’friends’ on the streets and you start to wonder, no matter how nice they seem.” Though her voice was its usual low and smoky sass, Force of Spirit pinged the dejection there. Fear? She was scared I was another freak that she’d have to flee from at the next stop.

Homelessness truly fucking sucked.

It was probably too soon, but with how handsy she was I felt it would only help the situation. Smoothly, I laid my much larger hand on top of her own, the warmth of my body immediately contrasting her clamminess. Instincts had her pulling back instantly, and I let her arm retreat without breaking eye contact. I didn’t blink when she slowly, timidly, crept her hand back into mine.

“I get it. I know I’m a…’noob’ at this whole street rat thing, but I don’t plan on wasting away popping mollies or getting drunk.” I narrowed my eyes, seriousness - genuine seriousness - deepening the youthful lines of my face. “Sometimes I kinda just zone out and think about shit. How to handle the next steps. Where to go. What to do. It helps keep me focused on the task at hand. And right now, I’m tryna figure out how best to…”

My eyes cut harshly to the left, in the direction of the skinheads, and I pinched the back of her hand when she went to blatantly look in their direction.

“Ow! Why the-”

“Look slowly, Cassie. They look anything like law-abiding citizens to you?” I leaned in to whisper this, making it seem more like a boyfriend whispering sweet nothings to his dirty hobo gf, but I kept an eye out in my peripheral. They were glaring now, and one was texting on his phone.

Cassie apparently saw them too now, because the hand in my grip suddenly squeezed the ever living shit outta me. The sudden quivering definitely wasn’t from the cold. “Shit. Shit! How long have they been watching us?”

I gave her a wry smile. “I noticed it like ten minutes ago, but they were probably staring for longer.”

“Fuck. We need to get off soon. In a public spot - preferably near a mall or something. This is their territory, so they’ll probably still follow, but…”

“Vagrancy 101, huh?” I chuckled, but Cassie clearly didn’t share in my amusement judging by the thin-lipped scowl she shot me. I sighed again. “How about we head to the religious cult you seem so afraid of. I doubt they can beat up the entire homeless community in Downtown Brockton.”

Her hackles were raised again, but not enough to ward off my sorcery. I could see her chewing through her options in her head, eyes closed and forehead wrinkled. Maybe I needed to prod at it a little bit more?

“Come on, Cass. I don’t know about you, but I’m not tryna go at this completely alone. Let’s just check it out, get some food, and if the vibe’s not there we dip.”

She exhaled again, and when she opened her eyes, there was steel there that the awareness of the skinheads had previously melted down. Judging by the sardonic quirk of her lips, I wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding my relief, but she opted to not comment on it.

“Screw it then, let’s go meet your benevolent saviors,” Cassie breathed, jerking her head to the side and throwing a glance out the window. Something she saw clearly kicked her into high gear, because she was immediately jumping to her feet and pulling me up after her. “Monroe Avenue, right?”

“Yep.” I popped the P, hustling behind her as she began marching down the aisle at a brisk pace. As we passed by the clear Empire 88 goons, I tried not to let anything show on my face, even when I heard them move to follow behind us. We’d probably have to leg it to the shelter.

Cassie didn’t spare them a glance, too busy waving her arm and calling out, “Hey, bus driver! Let us off here!”

Thankfully Cass had the four dollars we both needed for bus fare, and within seconds of her loudly stopping the bus we were out into the streets of Brockton Bay once again - only this time, there was a destination in mind and a burning fire in our guts to reach it before we were stabbed or shot. Force of Spirits still had a few minutes left on its duration - I'd discovered that it lasted for about ten minutes - but somehow I doubted that the racist bigots behind us would be swayed by a homeless black teen waxing poetically about equality and peace. We moved briskly down the street, refusing to turn the stalking into a full-on high speed chase.

Just like slobbering dogs, thugs escalated when you showed them fear.

"This is the Southside then, huh?" I murmured to myself, walking with my hands stuffed in the pockets of my warm, ill-gained hoodie. Sure enough, the buildings here were less...shiny than the Northside - less skyscrapers, for sure. Whereas Northside held a lot more stores and business buildings, this part of Downtown seemed residential. Traffic slowed to what felt like a much more sinister crawl, and the population thinned substantially. Sure, there was the occasional hobo on the sidewalk or citizen wandering to and from their apartment, but there were also more gang tags and busted up windows.

I shifted uncomfortably. This felt off.

"This feels weird, Jason..."

Cassie clearly felt it too. I ignored the coolness of her hand reaching into my hoodie pocket and gripping my warm one, instead chancing a glance backwards to check on our tails.

They...weren't there.

I froze, my heart going from 0 to 60 in one point four seconds. Fear coalesced around my mind, but something in me rebelled against the very human desire to panic. I also felt a tug in my soul, and inwardly, I was hoping beyond fucking hope that my fishing line caught something useful for getting the fuck out of dodge. "Cass, hold on."

The asian girl was jolted back mid-step due to my abrupt stop, and turned with an annoyed and fearful scowl in order to answer me - only to stop when her eyes wandered slightly to the left of my head and realized the same thing I saw. Whatever stopped the panic inside me - probably my Heroic Aptitude - clearly had no hold in her soul, because she almost immediately let go of my hand and darted away. Only my quick reflexes allowed me to grab her wrist in turn and pull her closer. "Chill! If they slipped away and wrapped around, they probably know where we're going. You were right - coming here was dumb." I definitely felt stupid, but already I was trying to come up with ways to get out of this.

In her defense, Cassie reined her panicking in pretty fast. Breathing faster and sweating dirt tracts down the side of her face, the girl rotated a full 360, her dark eyes narrowed and glaring as she looked for gang bangers that just weren't there. "Fuck, okay. Alright, we can handle this. I don't know these alleys, but they're probably waiting closer to the shelter to grab us. We can just-"

"Go the other way?" I asked, shaking my head. "One of 'em was texting on his phone. They're probably tryna box us in their neighborhood."

"What, so you wanna keep going to that shelter? We don't even know which building it is. Who's to say they're not fucking in on it?!"

Ice ran through my veins. That nice old lady...she wouldn't have, right? Fuck, would she have even known? "The alternative is to turn around and get ambushed on our way out." She still looked unconvinced. A brief glance inwards showed that my charisma buff had already run out, and even if it hadn't, I wasn't too sure on the intelligence of forcing her to go my way if coming here was already a bad decision on my end.

We'd already been standing in place for a couple minutes now. We were sitting ducks, and a decision had to be made.

It was fifty fifty chance that the shelter was an actual shelter, and I...felt like we had to risk it. Better than running away for God knew how long, hoping they didn't catch up while screaming for help. Plus, something about that just rankled me the wrong way. If I was placed here, on Earth Bet, with the fucking Celestial Grimoire in my chest, I wasn't going to just flip over and take it up the ass. I didn't want to dive headfirst into danger, but a few bald racists with no powers?

'WWLD...what would Link do?'

"Just trust me on this one." I sighed, staring Cassie dead in the eyes. "Please."

Silence filled the space between us for a few seconds, and I was genuinely worried that I would have to just leave her and do my own thing. Cowardice or not, I wasn't going to risk my neck for someone I'd just met if they weren't willing to listen to reason. However, when she let out a huff and smacked herself on the cheeks with a muttered grumble of 'fucking idiot', I felt my spirit lighten. No abandoning my new hobo friend just yet it seemed.

"Fine," Cassie frowned, looking away with stormy annoyance clear on her face. "If I get killed I'm haunting the fuck outta you, just so you know."

"I don't blame ya," I replied dully, forcing myself to continue walking down the sidewalk. After a moment's hesitation, Cassie followed a few steps behind me, clearly not enthused about walking into a veritable trap. I kept my eyes peeled, though, hoping that the homeless shelter had a sign or poster or something that made it distinctive from the sleuth of near identical apartments that lined the street.

As we walked and I scanned the buildings, the Celestial Grimoire heaved again, and that ability I felt it tugging on before suddenly coalesced in my soul.

Weapon Magic (Undertale - 100 CP): While a Monster can learn how to wield a weapon just like a human can, Monsters can take their mastery one step further, and apply their skill at arms to their magic! With a single purchase of Weapon Magic, you can make copies of the weapon you're currently wielding and use them as projectiles, or manipulate them remotely like you would the real weapon- But they'll be magical copies, and not physical objects, so while contact will hurt your foe like a magic attack would, it's not as if you actually slashed them with a sword. 

I accepted the offered mote of power, and as it floated down into my soul, I felt the technique latch on and ingrain itself inside of my being. A smirk found its way onto my face.

Yeah, I can do a lil' bit with this. I had to wonder, though - did miscellaneous objects and trash found on the side of the street count as a 'weapon'?

Perks Received:

Heroic Aptitude (Legend of Zelda: Four Swords - 400 CP): When Link's adventure started, he was like an egg, waiting to hatch into a proper hero. It was through the tests of courage put forth by the Great Fairies that he was able to become a true hero, and through his storming of the Palace of Winds, defeating of Vaati, and rescuing of Zelda that he became the greatest of heroes.

Like him, you grow from adversity and challenge. Even if you were but a simple lad, a young boy who only barely counted as a knight, you could find yourself growing far more skilled and deadly as you conquer the challenges set before you. From simple skill with the sword to the complicated use of various items such as bombs and boomerangs, from clever use of the mind to conquer puzzles and leading a team to having what most might consider a gifted skill with a mystical weapon, you shall find yourself rapidly advancing in all these and more as you face challenges that test you to your limits.

The harder the challenge, the greater the gain, and should you find yourself on a quest such as Link's, facing tests of courage in dangerous locations against hordes of monsters to prepare you to rescue your love from a mighty and ancient demon lord...you could go from unknown zero to legendary hero in no time at all.

All you have to do is survive the path ahead.

Weapon Magic (Undertale - 100 CP): While a Monster can learn how to wield a weapon just like a human can, Monsters can take their mastery one step further, and apply their skill at arms to their magic! With a single purchase of Weapon Magic, you can make copies of the weapon you're currently wielding and use them as projectiles, or manipulate them remotely like you would the real weapon- But they'll be magical copies, and not physical objects, so while contact will hurt your foe like a magic attack would, it's not as if you actually slashed them with a sword.

300 CP Remaining.

[spoiler=A/N]I've been reading your opinions, and I DO believe I'll change up the rate of perks/CP as he gets more. Sorta like a scaling thing, if that makes sense? We'll probably do milestones, so once he hits 5 perks it gets harder.[/spoiler]